The Wolf of Los Angeles.

As if sensing the goodwill of the United Nations and the African Union, the northeast trade winds during the dry season suddenly stopped, and yesterday's sandstorms completely calmed down in just one night.

Dozens of black people gathered in a temporary camp on the northern outskirts of Damakin City. They received tree species and tools from the Sahara Greening Company and lined up to go to the pre-planned area under the supervision of a company representative.

With no one supervising them, these black guys would abandon the tree seeds halfway through and then take the tools to sell for money.

Bosco sent people to guard this side, with all their gun holsters exposed to create a deterrent effect.

On the other hand, in the United Nations and African Union areas, black soldiers maintained order throughout the process.

A group of ministers planted saplings in front of the media cameras.

Hawke and Erica each took a shovel, dug a hole, and planted an acacia tree.

Erica took the bucket Edward handed her and watered the pot.

She was very happy: "When we come next time, I hope the tree will grow bigger."

Hawke smiled and said, "I hope so."

The grassland here is degrading and may become a desert in the future.

The World Food Programme is distributing food seeds for free. Any local person who comes can get a bag.

But that side is the most deserted.

Hawke passed by and saw Frank Hunter from the World Food Program. He went over to greet him and asked, "What's going on? I remember you issued the notice a long time ago, why didn't anyone come?"

Frank had worked in Africa for a long time and could roughly guess what the situation was. He said: "Many black people are not interested in farming."

Coming out of the city, they passed through poor suburbs and some villages. Erica found that they were very similar to the Africa she had imagined. She asked, "I saw many people living in extreme poverty. They don't grow crops. What do they eat?"

Frank shrugged. "Whatever we can find."

He shook his head: "These seeds cannot be wasted. They must be sent out."

Hawke was not familiar with the situation in Africa, so he didn't say anything and just watched what Frank did.

Frank called two cars equipped with loudspeakers and set off to nearby villages to make broadcast announcements, saying that anyone who came to collect tree seeds and grain seeds would be given free food.

After a while, more and more black people came here.

Hawke thought to himself, this trick really works.

The event ended successfully, and the affairs of the camp were handed over to Pierce Madden. Hawke and his team followed the main force and returned to Damakin.

On the way back, Erica reminded Hawke: "Look at the roadside."

Hawke looked outside and saw bags of tree seeds thrown on the side of the dusty road, as if mocking everyone in the convoy.

Not only tree seeds, but also bags of grain seeds.

There were some old black people in front, they had food in their hands but no bags.

Some of them, seeing the UN flag hanging on the convoy, raised their food, gave a thumbs-up and shouted in the local dialect.

Edward, who was sitting in the co-pilot seat, said, "Their knowledge is worthy of their suffering."

Hawke retracted his gaze and said, "We are not here to do charity."

These are for the purpose of tax avoidance in the future, and also to transfer part of the funds to America through the African tree planting program.

Back in Damakin, the convoy is ready. We just need to wait for the guide to arrive early tomorrow morning, and then we will set off to the national park in the southwest for this hunting trip.

The next morning, Hawke and Erica changed into hunting clothes, brought insect repellent and wind oil with them, went downstairs together, got in the car and drove to a warehouse of the Sahara Greening Company.

There are four containers placed here.

Bosque said, “All the weapons we purchased after we came here are here.”

Hawke knew that Africa was a chaotic place, and he had a natural fear of insufficient firepower, so he said directly: "We may stay in the grassland for several days this time. Bring as many weapons as possible, including heavy equipment."

Erica suddenly asked Hawke: "Did Brian say anything when he came out this time?"

"No." Hawke understood the power of the Crow's Mouth of the Curse God: "Before I came here, Brian asked me to have dinner together, but I turned him down."

But he still felt uneasy: "If this guy just asks, he will know that we are in Africa. What I am most worried about now is that he will have crazy thoughts."

Erica asked, "I think...it should be okay, right?"

Hawke said: "The power of the Curse Cult leader should not be underestimated. What if he evolves?"

Erica completely agreed and said to Bosque, "Del, bring more heavy equipment!"

Bosque and Andre opened the door of a container and asked people to move the boxes out.

The box was filled with guns, bullets, grenades, rocket launchers, etc., all Soviet-made weapons.

It is easier to buy Soviet weapons here.

Hawke opened a box that contained a PKM general-purpose machine gun.

In the box that Andre opened was the RPG and the warhead that had not yet been installed with the fuse.

There were also a few mercenaries who carried the bullets into two vehicles.

Hawke and Erica took out their weapons from the packages they brought.

The last time he ambushed Buddy Ackerman, Hawke felt that the AK series was also useful.

This time, he brought an original AKM with him. The 7.62 bullets were enough to deal with large beasts. Edward chose a Remington shotgun from the weapon box and said, "This is the most suitable weapon for me."

Hawke reminded: "Your first priority is to drive the car well and don't overturn it."

"No, no." Edward took out another ammunition bag and said, "Don't worry about my skills."

Raul and his companions also brought their weapons and ammunition.

Bosque left four people to guard the Sahara Greening Company camp, and the remaining 16 followed Hawke to the grassland. The group of 22 people drove ten cars and drove out of the warehouse one after another.

Two of them are support vehicles.

This time they might stay on the grassland for a few days, and the convoy carried a large amount of necessities such as food, fuel, tents, etc.

The convoy came out of Damakin and soon joined the guide vehicle.

An uncovered off-road vehicle and four black men, all professionals from the Ethiopian government hunting company.

Bosque came out to exchange a few words.

The leader, Old Black Onard, took a look at the convoy. There were five Land Rover Defenders, five modified van pickups, and at least twenty people.

He said in English: "So many people?"

Bosque replied casually: "We have a long list of prey that we have applied for, and the prey we kill needs to be sent back as soon as possible."

Onard said: "As long as you hunt according to the list, it is up to you to kill as many people as you want."

Bosque wiped the sweat off his face and said, "Let's go."

The guide car walked in the front, and the rest of the cars followed.

Bosk told Hawke about the situation through the car radio, saying that the vehicle would need to drive for five or six hours before entering the hunting area.

The infrastructure here is almost non-existent except in the capital. Because there are so many cars, there are dirt roads.

As the convoy moved away from human living areas, the number of animals gradually increased.

More than three hours later, Hawke saw giraffes gnawing on the tender leaves of the upper floors of the acacia trees.

The convoy did not stop and went deep into the grassland area of ​​the national park to find the lion group.

Edward couldn't stop talking. While driving, he kept saying, "It's a pity there are no tigers in Africa."

Hawke added: "If a tiger really came here, the savannah would become a slaughterhouse."

He had seen a documentary in which someone brought two tigers to the African grasslands. The tigers seemed to have arrived in heaven. At first they were just hunting for food, but soon they turned into hunting for sport, and the experimenters had to send them away early.

Erica then asked, "Where is the largest tiger in the world?"

Hawke thought for a moment and said, "It seems that in Russia, the Siberian tiger there should be one of the largest carnivores on land."

Erica is very self-aware: "We can't go to Russia."

Hawke laughed. "We went to Siberia and walked into a trap."

On the way, the guide's old car had a flat tire, and replacing the spare tire took some time. By the time they arrived at the first hunting camp, it was almost two o'clock in the afternoon.

Many people got off the bus and were busy eating and setting up camp. They would stay here tonight.

Erica climbed onto the roof of a pickup truck, picked up a telescope and looked toward the west. When she saw the black and white stripes, she became excited.

Hawke came up from the other side and handed her a bottle of water.

"I'm here and can hit that place with a shotgun." Erica brought a Remington M700 shotgun this time: "With my shooting skills, it's easy."

Hawke opened a bag of beef jerky, threw a piece into his mouth, and said as he ate, "Don't worry."

Erica drank some water and ate some beef jerky from Hawke. The dry season monsoon had stopped yesterday and was no longer blowing.

At this time of year, except for the less rainfall, the temperature can be said to be the most comfortable time of the year in Ethiopia.

Suddenly, Hawke heard a strange noise coming from under his feet.

He reacted super quickly, instantly pulling out the M9 pistol from his waist and aiming the muzzle at the bottom of the car.

Erica was no slower than him. She threw away the mineral water bottle in her hand and pulled out the Glock from her waist.

Right under the car, the working leopard raised his head and looked at the two people in the car. His bright eyes revealed a kind of clear stupidity that was shrewd but could not figure out.

Raul and Guti also appeared at this time, aiming their AR15s at the working leopard.

The working leopard seemed to recognize this thing and squatted on the ground, not daring to move.

Erica asked, "Isn't this a leopard?"

Hawke said, "It should be a cheetah."

Erica put away the gun and asked, "Shall I touch its nose?"

Hawke noticed that the leopard had been staring at his hand. He understood immediately and stuffed the bag of beef jerky in his left hand to Erica: "It might be hungry."

Erica picked up the beef jerky and threw it down.

The working leopard sniffed it, swallowed it in one gulp, and made a sound like a kitten.

A guide heard it and came over from the camp. Seeing the guns in Hawke and the others' hands, he quickly said, "Don't shoot! Don't shoot! Its name is Shana. It often comes to the camp and is very friendly to humans." (End of this chapter)